First Light by Stephen Leake ~*~ Away from the house, the star is reluctant. Pushed from its window of sky. It stalls at the morning’s shelf, letting Fabled light open history. Again. Tardily, it drops its gifts. -Modest opulence brimming with season- Its warmth, a glass spirit held in the hand. And, as the day [...]
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